On Prozac, he loved her best. He laughed until he cried, even at the unfunny things. He liked her when on Lexapro, but the vomiting rotted his teeth so he smiled less. Lamictal and Ambien worked together, the inseparable friends. He had more Up Days but he slept through most of them anyway. Paroxetine helped him forget his waking nightmares, but he forgot her sometimes, too.
She ran her hands over his face and bare chest, trying to remember his shape before the darkness in his mind smudged his outlines, blurring him into the background noise.